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Munchkin Punk and the thrill packed Punkdom singers. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……..

Oh, my soul. Munchkin Punk and all the little, itty bitty mini Munchkin Punks want flag and country to be the land of the Munchkin Punk.

Flags with the little tough from “The Wizard of Oz”. Voices raised in Munchkin talk and bitches brew. Tis the revenge of the Punks ……. all those proud, brain dead punks that excuse anything as long as chief Munchkin Punk says it and tis in with all orthodoxy Punk.

The only true Americans are Punk Americans. The only true behavior is Punk behavior. The only true discourse is Punk discourse. The only acceptable human interaction is Punk interaction.

Mr Punk will never turn on me …….. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Oh please…. Oh please…. Oh please…. Oh …. my soul…’

Munchkin Punk and the thrill packed Punkdom singers. See all evil. Speak all evil. Hear all evil. And ….

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Where has any sane person found that there is a reason to trust the Punk?

They all fought and died so that the Punk could be our man.

They all fought and died so that we could wake up every morning knowing that we cannot hide from the rant of the Punk in charge.

They all fought and died so that the proud history we hold so dear can lead us to a sham of a Punk resisting reality and making it up as he goes along.

They all fought and died so that their descendants could be sold as suckers buying the line of a practiced Punk playing the demagogues handbook and working on fears and hatreds with the big mean, the grand bile, the cynics, power hungry heart.

Where has any sane person found that there is a reason to trust the Punk?

Mr Punk will never turn on me …….. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Oh please…. Oh please…. Oh please….

Resource, will, interest desire are engines for action. Vibrant public spheres is what we got.

All good capitalists know that a society puts its resources into areas it values, areas that provide efficiency and worth. Since we, here at home, value the checks and balances of politics and power it follows that our time, treasure, attention and energy be allocated some in that direction. And it is. The hammering of partisan virtue and candidates for sale show that the wars of money and effort are there to balance the public trust. Resource is efficiently allocated and the government is a good power broker and all benefit from the process.

Watchdogs and kind, media, press, interested parties and such are in an era of access to funds, abilities, cooperation and interest so that they can serve well their function as fourth and/ or fifth branches of government. They provide bang for the buck opening up the lines of power that push and pull at the all of everyday life.

Resource, will, interest desire are engines for action. Vibrant public spheres is what we got. None rancid.

Give it up suckers. They are smarter and tougher than you and they keep on coming.

Anti intellectualism, oligarchy, whip hands and feelings of being a poor, poor put upon hard working, sensationally pure and pristine comatose majority of heaven sent bashers and well wishers ….. this is the holy city on the hill … the self image of the most pure and righteous of Americans as they toil in their fields and vineyards of cry babying and festering dislike …… while they push forward the envelope to constantly take power and powers from those that don’t deserve it and constantly give power and powers to those that do.

We need to set the stage right so that the right kind of people, the right kind of government can take over the right kind of game and meet out the right kind of proper redress to /and from the right kind of proper caste system.

Absent an all out assault upon entrenched rancid defenders of the old archaic, devalued order of powers stolen from their rightful owners ….. then slowly putting the frog of illusory protections from scum into the fires of slick assed slogans and fanciful hates will allow heaven to triumph and the right boots to be heeled upon the right throats.

Give it up suckers. They are smarter and tougher than you and they keep on coming. They know the game.

Don’t cry when no one cares …. when you’re clubbed over the head and are totally useless if existing at all.

Should power go to those who understand a structured society, one with a place for every loser, a boss or set of bosses for every rung on the ladder?

Should power go to a society full with valuable strivers who just know that evil lurks in machinations of success and the developments of an order drawn from a market place of idea and economic values?

Power goes where its practitioners take it. It is inhibited by those who find a way to diminish it, tame it, oppose it. It is value neutral. It is there to be managed.

Law. order, sustenance. These are the desires of the powerless, those of no influence.

Federalism means that the slobbering pig of a big bad corrupt federal world of rancid, federal government of loathsome is the big bad corrupt interloper by choice into the aims and deeds of the smaller big bad pigs of corrupt entities in marvelous state and humble municipalities whose relative smallness and happy parochialisms make them prime candidates for heroic interest in and awareness of the broad swaths of American economic and cultural life.

Federalism means that the evil checks and balances of the primal hordes of national louts working on the primal hordes of local louts …. God gets you to pick yere’ poison and enjoy the demons that attract.

Small groups are prone to undo influence by small cadres of local padrones. Large groups are prone to the brain dead indifferences of the steam roller. Pick a winner in the fight for angel.